Thursday, June 18, 2015
Moving a lawn tractor.
I mentioned a while back that a nurse has joined the merry band which will come up here to the mountain top if anything untoward occurs. She's younger than I am, and takes care of herself but she has no husband. That's a real drawback , living in these mountains, because there's always a lot of work to be done on your place and your property. She's very petite, and can't do a lot of heavy lifting. She has a beautiful Jeep, one of those four door Wranglers, but she has no truck. I don't know how anyone lives here without a truck.
She bought a new "riding lawn mower", one of those small tractors with a 46 inch deck. I took the truck, picked her up, and we went out to get it from the people she bought it from. The couple had just "shacked up", and the woman moved to the man's house. He had a mower so they didn't need two, and sold one to my friend. Loading it wasn't tough. At some point in time, the guy had used a back hoe to scoop out a loading ramp in the side of a clay bank. I just dropped my metal ramp, the one I used to use to load my son's dirt bikes, and we rolled the mower right up into the F250. Tied it down, and off we went. The road was gravel for about 8 miles, really windy and twisty, with some sections so steep I used granny gear to get up them. When we got to my friends house, I off loaded the tractor onto a road cut, and she was all taken care of.
But my truck does not have air conditioning, it was 92 degrees in the shade and the humidity was off the scale. Too much heat. When I got home, I took a shower and lay down for awhile. When I woke up, I'd been asleep for eight hours. So much for a short nap.